Doodles and Lines
As I sit down
Not knowing what to write,
Thoughts flitter through my head-
Nothing with much height.
Should I write a poem about a lonely girl?
Or someone newly freed?
How about something silly,
Rowdy men drunk over a tankard of mead?
But wouldn’t people listen more to stanzas full of power?
Something to gain strength from, as-
“Stand up for what you believe”,
“Be a strong, tall tower”.
Well, hope is always good
After a stumble, trip or fall-
Doesn’t everyone want to know
There’s a god listening above all?
“A smile means a thousand words”-
Hmm… that sounds great…
Maybe a poem about a grin
That changed a person’s fate?
The funny thing is that
Looking back at my notebook-
Filled with doodles and sappy lines
Maybe I can get something out of it.. just look.
The lesson is written plainly here,
As you can clearly see.
Its not what I write about
But the lessons you gain from me.
Who cares if you write a poem
About a little girl or some men.
Its about what the author wants you to internalize
The power of the pen.
Inspiration isn’t something written down,
It’s not something easily done;
It takes hard work to change-
Not taken care of with a pun.
Within each of us is a power,
Hidden In place you never knew.
The will to change is a gift alone-
As strength comes in every color and hue.
Don’t sit around waiting
For others to write your story.
Stand up, take action, make a difference-
Go out and create your own glory.
Be strong like a mountain,
Stand firm like steel.
Follow in what you believe in –
It’s your hand of cards, your deal.
Copyright © Tehilla Rosenberg | Year Posted 2017
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